Wrapped In His Arms Novels & Stories

“I feel fine.” A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Good.” And before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me closer to him. His arms wrapped around me, his warmth seeping into every inch of my body as he cradled me against his chest. His hold was firm, unyielding. I wasn’t given a choice. I wasn’t given space. And I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to move. I melted into his embrace, my face pressed against the firm planes of his chest. His scent surrounded me—dark, woodsy, intoxicating.

His arms wrapped around me like a shield, his chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. “I love you so much, Lila,” he whispered, his words sounding so sincere. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say this,” I choked out, clutching onto him like he was my lifeline. His arms tightened around me, as if he was afraid, I would disappear if he let go. His breath was warm against my hair, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath my cheek. I clung to him, my fingers curling into his shirt, afraid that if I loosened my grip even slightly, this moment would slip away like a dream.

"I love you." As I nudged myself into his awaiting arms, a rush of emotions cascaded over me, threatening to consume my very being. His embrace enveloped me, providing a sense of solace and security that I had long yearned for. At that moment, I surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotions, allowing myself to be vulnerable and open to the possibilities that lay ahead. His arms held me in a tight embrace, a possessive hold that spoke volumes, reassuring me of his unwavering commitment and desire. It was a grip that conveyed a profound longing, a yearning for connection and redemption. In that embrace, I felt a surge of hope and determination, a flicker of light amidst the darkness that ha

Instead, I smiled back at him, trying to match the warmth in his eyes. I opened my arms wide, motioning him to come closer. As I wrapped my arms around him, he suddenly squeezed me tightly, his arms enveloping me in a warm, gentle hug. I felt the surge of love and protectiveness wash over me, and I knew he would do anything to keep me safe. His head nestled into the crook of my neck, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I breathe in deeply, taking in the scent of his hair and the sweetness of his presence.

His arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. And then, in the mess of limbs and movement, my lips brushed the corner of his mouth.

My other arm is around his neck while keeping his head bowed, so I pulled him to me and hugged him. As soon as he found himself in my arms, his sobs grew louder, almost feel his pain in me, with his touches and the air he exhales. God, why can't I help him now? I do what he does to me, I stay in his arms, I stay by his side so that at least he is not alone. I push him back to the bed, to look at his fists, but he pulled himself up and sat on the bed like that with me in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.

He pushed me up until I was standing in his arms while his other handheld back my legs securely "Wrap your arms around me" he mumbled looking down at me and I hesitated not sure what to do but I did it anyway. I wrapped my arms around his neck. There was nowhere to rest my head hence I nervously lowered it to his chest and snuggled more to him Compared to me, he was large, his chest was broad enough that I looked like some baby in his arms and I could feel his child n brushing in my head. With the blanket around my body. I felt warm as I shivered at his closeness

Her whole body was shaking with something that was completely, finally, the right kind of thing. He wrapped his arms around her. Put his chin on top of her head. Let her laugh.

His arms wrapped around me, and I was pulled into his chest. My body was flooded with warmth. There was no better place to be than here.

He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to his body. I felt myself relaxing almost immediately. I lay limp against him, feeling all sorts of defeated all of a sudden. “I don’t mean to worry you, it’s just dangerous,” he said, his tone softening. I nodded against his chest, suddenly wanting to bury my face in him. Being wrapped in his arms was intoxicating; I could no longer think about anything else; I couldn’t think straight. All I could think about and all I could smell was Zachary Gresham and I hated myself for that.